Club footballers. Up and down the country there are tens of thousands of them. They make up the 99% of participants. Their football never lacks application but does tend to lack elegance. They plough their trade on wet muddy pitches in the depths of Winter when any sensible person would be sheltering under cover in the warmth. Turning out in all weathers and playing on unspeakable pitches they are dedicated to their sport. Blood, sweat and tears are their currency. There is pleasure in the pain. Clubs are run on a shoe string with considerable time given by dedicated followers. This is the story of one such club, Dilchester Rovers. They are distinguished by being undistinguished. They have and will never win anything, but in true Corinthian spirit it is the taking part that counts. Pleasure is in the game and the pain inflicted on an opponent. It is in the bravado of trying to put an opponent to the sword. Is it only a game or is it more important than that?